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[There has always been a delicate balance between the Hux and Ren. Condescension, admiration, rivalry, comradery...depending on the time of day, each of these emotions could be in play back on the Finalizer. It all truly depended on what was happening, or what Snoke was having each of them do. But even on the best days, there has always been an undercurrent of tension, electricity between the two of them. Perhaps it initially came from Hux's dismissive feelings towards the Force, or Ren's dismissive feelings towards the Rules....but regardless, it existed for the many years they had known each other. At least, that is what Hux had always thought.

But here in Eudio, that tension had become something else entirely. Perhaps it came from living together, or perhaps the removal of Snoke, their normal duties, their missions (and the addition of this places mission) had just tipped the delicate balance to the edge of the precipice.

Because yes...Hux could feel that thickness in the air, that under the anger, under the confused fury and hurt Ren was feeling right now, ran something else, something that made his hands curl up just a bit tighter into Kylo's shirt as he felt those fingers tighten around his neck.

Ren's eyes trail over his face (over that ridiculous flush, Hux can't help how pale he is, and that Ren is restricting blood flow), but then he's crowding in as their eyes meet and...well.

Hux isn't usually the one who acts; he's the one who speaks, chooses words before actions, always. But in this instance, that would be the wrong choice.

~~Or perhaps the right one~~

Wetting his lips, he searches Ren's eyes, and says one thing--]

This.

[Before shifting a hand up to grasp at Ren's hair, tangling in those (surprisingly) soft strands, bringing their lips together for a crashing kiss. It isn't perfect by any means. But if Ren wants to get out his aggression, Hux is offering a better way--something less destructive, something they both need...perhaps want, even.

Even if they didn't realize it.

They are at the edge of the ledge.

Might as well go clear off.]

[ Ren both expects Hux to take action and doesn't expect it, right up until the moment that he feels hands twisting in his hair. This was happening, right in that moment, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Ren knows even if he had a choice, he wouldn't stop it. This was something that had been simmering beneath the surface since they'd arrived, since the first day when he'd gone outside half dressed to find a tipsy General loitering around.

There's no time to think when suddenly lips are on his and Ren can't help but press his own firmly back. It isn't going to be the most masterful of kisses, there's too much heat and tension building up from prior frustrations for Ren to focus much on his own technique. All he wanted now was to work them out this way, the fingers digging into Hux's neck loosening slightly, thumbs shifting upwards to rest at the curve of the general's jaw. They shouldn't be doing this, but Eudio is a place so far removed that logic and common sense are barely even given a second thought and within moments Ren has Hux backed up against a counter, breaking the kiss only to draw a breath before moving back in for another.]

[The moment that Hux starts to think that he should pull back is the moment that Ren presses his lips against his--and all hope of him extricating himself is lost. Letting out a small sound (still caught in the back of his throat, swallowed by both their mouths) when Ren's fingers brush along his jaw, Hux tilts his head up, giving the other man a new, better angle. There is a little spike of pleasure at knowing he was right, that this is exactly Kylo needed, but quickly those thoughts slide from his head, instead focusing on the here and now, and the warmth rolling off of Ren's body, and the feel of those lips against his.

It's all movement now, and his hand doesn't loosen from Ren's hair as he's shoved back against the counter, Hux's other hand moving to slide down his side. Fingers tangle in Kylo's shirt, working to shove it up so he can find a patch of bare skin and put a cool hand against it, wanting to gain a bit of that warmth for his own.

This is still about getting out Ren's aggression, but there is something more now, as well, because Hux...he's gaining something as well from this, tapping into a craving, a need to let go, to release his own tightly held control.

Once the kiss is reengaged, Hux tilts his head just slightly to the side and opens his mouth up against Ren's, tongue brushing out to meet his.

Let Ren take what he needs; Hux will get his just the same.]

[ There's something in the sensation of feeling cool fingers against his skin that just spurs Ren on. It's not something he would have even thought of doing with the General back home, the pair of them embroiled in such a strange friendship rivalry that there simply wasn't time for it. And now? Now all Ren can think about is getting as close as he can to Hux, shifting to slide a thigh between Hux's legs to manage just that. The hand in his hair is just about perfect, a small part of Ren wanting it to pull hard but finding the time to articulate that with Hux kissing him back just as hard is not going to happen.

Despite all the mentions of practice and training, this isn't something that's ever been on the books so to speak and when he feels the swipe of Hux's tongue against his own he can't help but return the motion, running his tongue along Hux's to try and gain entry to his mouth. Hux is an asshole, his mouth was the most annoying part of him yet right now it's his best feature and Ren rumbles his appreciation from the back of his throat. One hand is already sneaking around to thread through the fine, auburn hair at the back of Hux's head, the other merely moving to tilt Hux's chin up a fraction to deepen the kiss some more. There's not a soft motion to the whole thing, Ren too frustrated with everything to even think of being gentle right now. It's all heat and motion, and it's without doubt that Hux will have a few more bruises before their clinch is over.]

[This isn't easy; Hux wants to get Ren's shirt off but at the same time, he doesn't want to stop kissing him. Normally he might try and gain control of this situation, but that's not what this is about, for either of them. So instead his hand just slides up farther, palm pressing along scars, fingers dipping along ribs and muscles. He's so bloody warm--how he can run so hot, Hux will never understand. He just wants to press himself into it.

Ren seems to have the same idea, it as well--that shift of Ren's leg between his own makes Hux's fingers tighten in his hair, tugging. Because, fuck if he doesn't find himself rolling his hips into that thigh like he wants it. He does want it, but any other time, he might not act like it. Not yet, at least--but whatever is going on, it's hard to keep any walls between what he wants, and what he should pretend to want.

But then that hand is in his hair, and Ren might as well have run something electric along Hux's spine. No one ever touches his hair--no one. But the feeling of fingers through it does things to him, and try as he might he can't help the low moan he lets out as he fully opens his mouth underneath Ren's. He nips, bites at Ren's lip a bit sharper than Hux needs to before he gives in completely to the change in angle, using his anchor on Kylo to pull him in even closer.

Dull nails dig into the other man's side, and he knows that both of them will have marks to show for this, by the time it's all over, but he'll enjoy it.

This is how he wants it.]

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